Ling Aofeng.

He used all his strength to use the bloody hand magic palm, and did not dare to neglect the slightest.

I just learned about Long Qingyun's power, and I was afraid that I would suffer from backlash, so I simply gave up the toxicity in my palm.

Long Qingyun, the man's swords united and broke through the air. With the force of descent, his strength was twice as big as usual.

The sword intent is like a giant dragon flying, with a powerful momentum. It is the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" in Moxing's sword technique.

At this time, Long Qingyun was after the adventure of Moxin Island. When he fought with Mou Hanshan, the "Nan Xuanyue" of Xuantian Sect, his martial arts cultivation reached another level.

Long Qingyun and even a pure and pure person, by chance, encounter Mo Xing sword technique, which is exactly in line with his mellow nature and broad mind. It is like a fish in water, and unknowingly, the heart and the essence of the sword technique are integrated, like a dragon in water, and there is a faint atmosphere of a prosperous cloud and rain, roaming the sky.

"Swish!" sounded.

Everyone looked up.

Ling Aofeng's left hand was penetrated by Longquan's sword, and a stream of blood spurted out.

The dragon and green clouds landed slowly like gods, standing majestic beside Ling Aofeng.

Ling Aofeng had a blue face, his triangular eyes were rounded, and his face was full of ferocious expressions, as if he didn't want to believe that this was true.

Everyone was shocked.

The crowd didn't dare to speak, as if time had been silent.

"Blood, blood, blood!"

Dongfang Jie was shocked and yelled three times "Blood!"

The sharp sound broke the solidified air, and the shrill voice sounded again: "Master! Stop the bleeding quickly."

Ling Aofeng was stunned and suddenly woke up from the shouts of his disciple Dongfang Jie. His right index finger and middle finger were all out, and he quickly pointed the acupoint on his left wrist.

In an instant, the spurted blood column came to an abrupt end.

Ling Aofeng secretly thanked that he did not use the "blood hand toxicity", otherwise he would have to lie on the ground with this backlash.

The nine generations of Long Qingyun's family practiced medicine and have been exposed to medical and pathology since childhood. Of course, they are very clear about the power of this backlash.

Long Qingyun said sternly: "You are still conscious of your appearance. There is no poison in your palm technique. Otherwise, your martial arts will be useless if this backlash power is used."

What Long Qingyun said is not exaggeration.

At this time, Ling Aofeng was defeated and seriously injured. Even with the golden signboard of Xuantian Sect, it would be useless.

Ling Aofeng was quite conscious, endured the pain in his hand, and clasped his fists to Long Qingyun and said, "Ling Aofeng from the Xuantian Sect, is willing to give up the disadvantage today. May I ask which master of the young hero?"

The reason why Long Qingyun wore Ling Ao Fengli Palm was to shock everyone. The Xuantian Sect intercepted himself several times and was also time to give him a favor. To be familiar to him:

"It's not polite to come but not come!"

Prohibiting punishment at the appropriate time to let the other party know that you are powerful can achieve half the result with twice the effort. Walking around the world, not causing trouble, but don’t be afraid of trouble.

Long Qingyun said proudly: "What kind of sect am I? It's not something you, a little Xuantian Sect, should care about. Let me let you go for the time being. Next time I see you bully the weak, I will kill you all." After saying that, he glanced at everyone.

Dongfang Jie and others were silent, and a cold light from Long Qingyun swept over, with an irresistible majesty and domineering aura.

Ling Aofeng has been immersed in the world for decades, and he also felt the fierce aura of Long Qingyun's killing and decisive attacks.

Mo Zhixuan was also secretly surprised. At this time, Long Qingyun was so popular and majestic. She didn't look like a guard character. She couldn't help but joke:

"Dragon Guard, don't make things difficult for them. Xuantian Sect has made great contributions to me, Donghan, so let them go." Mo Zhixuan is born with a beautiful temperament and has a graceful and luxurious temperament. At this time, she spoke to Long Qingyun and had a condescending aura.

Everyone was shocked: "The guard is so powerful. It seems that this woman must be from a noble family, maybe it is the princess of a prince."

Long Qingyun bowed to Mo Zhixuan with great respect and said, "As long as the eldest lady's instructions!"

Ling Aofeng was panicked and noticed Mo Zhixuan's clothes. The eagle jade pendant worn on his chest was particularly eye-catching. After searching for his mind, the commander of the "Zodiac Army" suddenly sounded. Now the fourth prince Wanyan Hongjie also had a pair of eagle jade pendant hanging on his chest.

Thinking of this, Ling Aofeng was extremely regretful. He teased the other party just now. In a panic, he clasped his fists to Mo Zhixuan and Long Qingyun and said:

"I'm bothering you today, I hope Haihan will leave now!" After saying that, he waved his right hand.

Dongfang Jie and others saw Ling Aofeng's retreat gesture and quickly walked towards the stairs. Ling Aofeng was surrounded by everyone and was about to leave.

Suddenly, Long Qingyun's violent shout sounded in the air: "Let's wait!"

Dongfang Jie was like a bolt from the blue, and his walking pace suddenly became stiff. In an instant, a few beads of sweat were soaked on his forehead.

The voice just now continued to sound, and Long Qingyun sternly said: "Remember to pay for the broken tables, chairs, benches, and meals."

Ling Aofeng was relieved when he heard this and said loudly: "It's easy to say!" After saying that, he led everyone away in disappointment.

Seeing Ling Aofeng and others panic as if they were stranded, Long Qingyun sneered and said to Mo Zhixuan: "These people are used to being rampant in normal times, so it is time to teach them a lesson."

Mo Zhixuan's eyebrows were as dark as a distant mountain, her pretty face was full of surprise, her charming eyes stared at Long Qingyun's tough handsome face, and said softly:

"Dragon Guard, your kung fu is so powerful. The expression during the fight has a sense of awe. Are you really only sixteen years old?"

Mo Zhixuan's delicate and erotic face showed a look of suspicion: "This calm expression and extremely firm look of Long Qingyun are really only sixteen years old?"

Long Qingyun smiled wryly and said, "I'm only sixteen years old." After saying that, his face was filled with a smile like a spring lake, and his expression was clear.

Looking at Long Qingyun's clear eyes and innocent and tender smile, Mo Zhixuan's smile was like a flower, thinking:

"It seems that I'm over-thinking. This guy's natural smile is clearly a teenager!"

"I'm in Ouyang Fei, thank you for your hard work!" A dark boy of medium size and ordinary appearance stood in front of him, clasped his fists at Long Qingyun with both hands, and Mo Zhixuan bowed and bowed.

Mo Zhixuan had bright eyes and white teeth, and said crisply: "Don't thank me, these are all the contributions of the Dragon Guard. You should thank him." After saying that, he glanced at Long Qingyun playfully.

Long Qingyun said loudly: "No need to be polite. What's wrong with you? You actually got involved in the Xuantian Sect. This Xuantian Sect is a thunderous method in Donghan, so you should not be underestimated." After saying that, he looked directly at Ouyang Fei.

Ouyang Fei couldn't help but be stunned, and only thought that the other party was a strange man who had just entered the world, so he dared to take care of the Xuantian Sect.

I never thought that Long Qingyun was very familiar with the affairs of the world at such a young age. He could still stand up even if he knew that the Xuantian Sect was powerful. This chivalrous courage is rare.

Ouyang Fei said in a deep voice: "My Ouyang family has lived in Kaifeng for many years. Although Kaifeng was an occupied area at this time, it is not anything the Xuantian Sect says. We must fight and protect the interests of our Han people."

Although Ouyang Fei's appearance is not amazing, he speaks with a powerful and powerful voice, and his face is filled with a vigorous and uplifting spirit.

The people in their hometown are so righteous.

Long Qingyun couldn't help but feel relieved.
Chapter completed!